Biography
I am a Doctor living in the UAE. Writing novels and poetry is my passion.
Samples
My Mother: When my mother was alive Our home was like a bee hive Full of nector of life An friendly faces Now that she is gone, And as time races Relationships previously healthy And warm, Fall to mistrust and harm Like a string binding beads together Mothers bring people close to one-another. He: He scratched his temple And peeled off his eyes Reveaing his sockets, Dark, unfathomable. I held my breath I was scared to death "Please but them back", said I. "Why? They were fake."
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Blog entries by Qazi Fasih
He. (21/03/2017)
My Mother (21/03/2017)
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